IMDb is International Movie Database. It's for real movies and real television shows. Not reality shows, and weird reality shows like this one. This is an excellent show. I just finished up watching Dancing With the Athletes. It's a wonderful show, and a wonderful experience to watch! Definitely 10/10!!!!!

If you can get past the fact that most of the contestants are not really "Stars," and just enjoy the dancing and wonderful costumes and choreography, it's a great show. But I get really bummed with the phoniness of Carrie Ann Inaba, (are those instant tears real?), and the never-ending array of people I've never heard of. There is the same format every season; the usual aging actor or actress who can barely move, much less dance, and is usually the comic relief. There's the usual teenager, the usual African-American football star, the usual rock singer, the usual Olympic finalist, the usual handicapped person, the usual ex-military, the usual comic. And there's always at least one romance blossoming between a star and a trainer, and there's the usual sad stories to gain sympathy, and the usual cheesy shirtless male dancing just to win points by sex appeal rather than talent. Otherwise, the dancing itself is fun, the show is upbeat and positive, something that is rare these days on prime time. No killing, spy thrillers, nastiness, crime and torture that permeates all shows each evening. It's just happy entertainment, so I enjoy it!

I really don't get why the heck (G-rated explicative) this thing is on, and why the heck anyone would watch it.When I had this show on all I heard were women screaming in approval of some alleged "dance steps", which to me seem more like a series of suggestive mating calls than actual dance.In short, this is pure and utter junk, yet people, read that as women, want to see it. To me this just indicates that the feminization of mainstream television has gone way too far when something as vapid and tortuous as so-called "famous people" getting up in front of a camera and, again, allegedly "dancing" garnishes praise, adornment and attention, again, by the women of North America.Okay, it's a female show, aimed at females, so why am I even bothering with this review? I mean, I have a remote, and if I didn't, then presumably I can get my backside up off my chair or couch and change the channel on my television... or surf the net... right? Yeah, I can, and do. But, for whatever reason, and I can't fathom why, this TV experience, a TV experience which I gave a chance, really hit a raw nerve with me.No, TV doesn't need to air the classics, be Shakespeare, nor do the networks need to revamp their programming to air high-concept, high-IQ media fare to improve the cultural standards of the TV viewing audience. But, my god, semi-famous names dancing? And not even dancing, but moving their bodies in embarrassing ways to canned Latin dance music? This is entertainment? Even for a so-called "reality" show it's dumb beyond belief.No, I don't watch Survivor, Big Brother, that "let's build a house" program, nor any of the other cheap bastardization of America's air waves that passes for entertainment. I simply don't and won't. And the networks wonder why their audience is shrinking.Maybe if they put something on that didn't placate to the lowest, basest, dumbest of audiences, then more mainstream middle class, people with money, would tune in, and their sponsors would change from McDonalds to BMW.Just a thought.

I've only seen this show because my mother loves it and to appease her, I sat through enough to form an honest opinion (before anyone starts yelling, it's my opinion and may differ from yours).To me, the only reason they have this low cost reality show on the air is because The Love Boat is no longer in production and C-list has-beens have nowhere else to get a rent check. It's also very formulaic, with the panel of judges ala American(s) Idle (I mean Idol) rating the performances. Of course they don't have the same acerbic retorts as Simon, but nonetheless it's just as much theatrical drudgery to get ratings.Like someone else said "These are stars?" It's like watching reruns on Nick at Nite of your old t.v. favorites to recapture the images of faded celebrities, except now they're dancing in prime time.